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Funny how I used to not be able
to live without you
and now I barely say your name
you face doesn't grace my dreams
or enters any frames.
The smell of you is gone
from my pillows and my hair
I gave all your stuff away
because I just don't care.
Not very sentimental
when what I remember was the hurt
the girl, you didn't see
or love enough for what it's worth

And now you're counting days
in between each time we speak
holding onto ticket stubs
from shows we happen to see.
My perfume now lingers in your mind
as you try to escape the vapor
and venture to reach me
but I'm hiding, where my heart is safer.
You comment on my life
as if you were involved
or influenced it anymore
and all our problems were solved.
But I'm done with pretending
that we're forever and meant to be
when different sets, I'm gonna get
someone who good enough for me. 

And as your now laughing at my jokes
and needing my attention
I'm clinging onto new loves
and creating my own inventions.
Being me is easier and I'm not worried now
if you will approve of me
as if you had any clout.
Be still my soul
for you were shaken
from a love that was umkempt
to let someone enter
in the night
instead of being dreamt
Everyday is a new day for me to be free
finally walk the paths I choose
and sings amongst the trees.
I don't know why I let you hold me back
love blinds, as they say
for thinking that was good enough
then, was child's play.
I dust off my party shoes
and open all the doors
to a wake of Alexandria
her new life beyond the shores
And even though I loved you once
and amorously so
I'm sorry you have just begun to realize I've let go.
Let me fly, let me be, beyond where we were
To create, sing, love again,
to be great and endure.
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